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"Though He
slay me, yet will I trust in Him"
Shall hearts
that beat no base retreat
In youth's magnanimous
years -
Ignoble hold it, if discreet
When interest
tames to fears;
Shall spirits that worship light
Perfidious deem its sacred glow,
Recant, and trudge
where worldlings go,
Conform and own them right?
Shall Time with creeping influence cold
Unnerve
and cow? The heart
Pine for the heartless ones
enrolled
With palterers of the mart?
Shall faith
abjure her skies,
Or pale probation blench her down
To shrink from Truth so still, so lone
Mid loud
gregarious lies?
Each burning boat in Caesar's
rear,
Flames -No return through me!
So put the
torch to ties though dear,
If ties but tempters be.
Nor cringe if come the night:
Walk through the cloud
to meet the pall,
Though light forsake thee, never
fall
From fealty to light.
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